Strong men are not strong when they confront death,
I fear for the day when my end comes,
As we all do,
I wonder,
What will I be doing?
When will it come?
Will it be a quick death?
What is there after death?
Strong hearts are strong when they confront death,
My heart is not strong,
I fear the future
I fear love
I fear myself
Someday,
My heart will be strong
But, I hope that my time will not come soon,
For my heart is weak as a strong man’s heart is
Strong men aren’t strong when they confront emotions
I fear the confrontation,
As most do,
Many fear it without realizing it,
I wonder,
When will be the day I have to confront my emotions?
Will I face them?
Or will I continue to run from them?
Strong hearts are strong when they confront emotions,
My heart is not strong,
I run from my emotions,
I cry,
I hate,
I love,
I fall
Someday,
My heart will be strong
But, I hope that my time will not come soon,
For my heart is weak as a strong man’s heart is
I have learned,
That not everyone can be perfect,
Not everyone can face their emotions and fears,
What matters is who you are inside
Still,
I have yet to believe this myself,
To truly believe this,
Someday I will
Someday we all do
The question is,
When?
Weak men are not weak when they confront death
Their weak beating hearts already do that for them,
Their dithering and dathering shall be of no use
When Dr.Death prepares their basket
Of ointments for their lovely journey to their awaiting casket.
Weak hearts are strong when they confront death
They are ready to be rid of their contemptuous
Weak bodied soul they have kept alive for oh so very long
With a giddy peace of mind
And a salve of hope at last
The tired, beaten heart prepares to succumb
Its monster of weakness to the depths of the underworld
Weak mean are weak when they confront death
Their fleshy bones and weak minded souls
Shall forever roam the tide-less and barren land
Of their courteous gracious host to them
Weak hearts are weak when they confront death
Their hearts give up,
And no longer shall their heart’s flip and flop,
They are fearful of the end that has come
And unwilling to give up their weak bodied soul,
Their mind is obscure,
Full of the darkness that they have ran from for so long
